Boxers Left Behind

[hikari_datenshi]

Boxers Left Behind

I bury my face in
your boxers. Old
cotton, soft from wear
and blue. Enough
scent lingers to conjure

memory; salt sweat
and cherries. Conversations
in your arms mix
Physics with language
and glorious word-

-play. I miss you,
when you’re not here.
Longing for Summer
days, languorous and
filled with you.